My Bag Of Holding was the first loot I ever got, from the adventurer that turned up dead on the doorstep of my mother's farm.
Well, near enough to dead.
But anyway, it was so useful, no matter how much cool stuff I'd find, or 'find', I could get it in there and carry back to a town to sell, and then it'd carry the gold!
Mages and the like that I travelled with were always wanting to examine it, sure it was evil or something.
I disagreed, until I reached in one day and felt a hand reaching back.
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